A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Ruby Rosetta Red. She hasn't been feeling well lately and I wish her all the best.

Chapter Nineteen

She enters the squad room, tired and irritated. Their caseload has been extremely heavy these past few months and they have not had time for themselves or time for each other. She lifts her head as she comes into view of her desk, Coffee, Bobby please. She stops in midstream as she spies the single red rose that sits in the middle of her desk. Her eyes shift throughout the room, no one seems to notice it or her. A room full of detectives and no one sees that, I don't believe it. As she nears her desk she thinks, they aren't watching because they know who did it? Or.

"Secret admirer Alex?" Detective Amy Parker asks.

Alex smiles, if she doesn't know, no one knows. "Yeah I suppose so."

"Lucky you." She states with a jealous tone.

So sweet, she recalls their evening last night. Two tired and spent partners relaxing together. They spent a quiet evening, of small talk, pizza and sharing a six-pack of beer.

"I was wondering about something?" she says as she downs the remaining beer in the bottle.

"No," he says with a slight whine as he opens his second beer, "Nothing serious tonight."

"It's not serious, what I was wondering, Jets or Giants?"

"What," he takes a swig of beer. "Well, both actually but if the Jets are playing the Giants….Jets," he picks off the remaining pepperoni on his slice of pizza tossing into his mouth, "Why?"

"A friend of a friend gave my brother two tickets to the Jets game on Sunday and since he can't go, he gave them to me. Want to go?"

"Believe it or not, I," he laughs as he notices the look of disappointment on her face, "Sure, of course….what time?" he says eyes wide.

"Eleven, no instead how about we go for breakfast around nine then we can head over the bridge. Only….this time I'll pick you up."

"I'll be ready." He reaches over and caresses her cheek. As they move in closer her cell phone rings, "Damn," is exclaimed by both. She checks the caller ID, "Deakins."

"Don't answer it."

"What good will that do? He'll just call yours."

He lies down and places his hands behind his head. "You're right; you might as well answer it."

Underneath the vase is a card, no name on the outside, she sets her bag on the desk as she sits down. She scans the room once again; no one is watching her, not even Amy. She seems to have left the room. She then lifts the vase to gain access to the envelope. She opens it and from a quick glance at the handwriting she knows who wrote it. She smiles as she reads.

Whenever I think of you, I am reminded of everything we have shared.

The special things that you have done to make such a difference in my life and just how much you care.

But most of all, when I think of you, I am grateful that God and the powers that be, you know who I mean.

She covers her mouth to suppress her chuckle.

Have given me the gift of having you in my life.

Bobby

He enters the room and makes a beeline to his desk. "Morning," he says as he pulls out his chair.

She replaces the card in the envelope, "Morning."

He flips open his laptop and so does she. They sit in silence as the machines power up. The only sounds are the soft blows on their hot coffee. The icon appears on his screen that there is an instant message. He looks up and she nods. He opens up the messenger.

Thank you for the rose that was so sweet and the beautiful card.

You're welcome, no pressure.

I understand, we should take it slow and see how it goes.

Yes, it's our little secret for now, agreed.

Yes I agree.

They sign off; he powers down then closes the machine.

"Get much sleep last night?" She asks, looking into his tired eyes.

"About four hours, how about you?"

"About the same," she says as she nods her head.

"Did you see the paper this morning?" Bobby doesn't wait for her to answer, he holds up the newspaper, showing her the headlines,

Another Hero on the Subway.

"I saw the headline," Alex says as she drops her bag into the desk draw. "But I didn't read the article."

"Mind if I read it to you?"

"No I suppose not," she frowns with wonder, "What's going on?"

He lowers the paper, shakes it then clears his throat. He begins to read. "New York City has another subway hero to brag about. A police academy student, who was on his way to Queens to visit a friend, saved a woman who apparently intended to throw herself in front of a subway train in Brooklyn. He too almost ended up on the tracks as the woman tried to fight him off, the fire department said." He lowers the paper and the look on her face is defiantly that of interest. He continues to read, "It was pretty close, 20-year-old Anthony Fisher of Brooklyn said Friday of his near-encounter with an oncoming train. It was too close for me, put it that way."

Wednesday October 10th

Tony stands on the platform, quiet for this time of the evening; he has learned to keep his eyes open. Not to be suspicious of everyone, but never put your guard down.

He watches her intently as she passes in front of him. Her appearance makes him stand up straight. She is pale and thin and her steps are slow and unsteady. What is she on? Downers, that's for sure. He turns his head away from her for just a second at the sound of a train, Bout time. He once again turns his attention to her and stands still as he watches her climbing down to a utility catwalk near the tracks at the elevated station, just as a train is coming.

Tony sprints after her, moments later he has her in his grasp. He takes a firm hold keeping her pinned to the railing on the side of the track bed. The strange woman who has a faint odor of alcohol on her breath keeps pushing him back; as the train approaches he spies a man and before he can scream Help; the man grabs his head and protects it. He presses against her and the man holds his head in place as the train roars by.

"It seemed like a lifetime that I stood there holding her. Fisher said."

Bobby once again catches her eye, "Pretty cool, huh?"

She smiles, "Yes that is very cool."

He continues to read, "She struggled with me, kicked me a few times but I finally got a secure hold. Thank God, Lenny was there, if he didn't push me forward the train would have hit me. Police arrived on the scene of the incident, which occurred around 8 p.m., and took the woman to a hospital. Officials said they had no information on the woman's condition."

If he puffed out his chest any larger the buttons on his jacket would pop off. He continues to read, "Fisher displayed great courage in the face of danger and saved a woman from certain death, fire Chief Salvatore Cassano said. He, and the man who assisted, should be commended. Fisher is a student at the NYPD police academy and if this is the quality of the graduates this year, New York defiantly is in capable hands."

He sets the paper down, Alex asks, "Did he tell you about this after it happened?"

"No, he showed up this morning with four newspapers, they all had a piece about it. The Daily News," he closes the paper "Had the largest coverage."

"He wasn't hurt at all, was he?"

"No, physically he's fine. He did seem pumped up; at first I was a tad suspicious." He shakes his bowed down head, "I have to stop thinking like that about him. Anyway, I think he was still on an adrenaline rush."

"Wonder if he'll get the attention that guy," she snaps her fingers, "Barker received; remember he got a $10,000 check from Donald Trump."

"That would be cool, but I wouldn't bet my life on it."

"Sorry about the call last night," Deakins says as he nears their desks.

Their look of annoyance is cast upon one another, as they say. "It's alright Captain."

I'm going to end it here.

Be back soon with an update.

Later The Mominator